Work Worries

Sarah flopped on the couch in exhaustion, slinging her blazer over the arm. She stretched out along the length of it, kicking her heels off on the floor and extending her legs over the cushions. Leaning back against one arm, she reached down to the briefcase beside her and pulled out a thick folder of legal research. Curling one leg under herself and bending the other so her thigh could be a makeshift desk, she flipped the folder backward and began perusing the papers within.

She was unaware of the fact that her tailored pencil skirt had ridden up her legs in this position until it barely covered her shapely ass. Her bare upper leg, in order to support the papers she was reading, openly displayed muscle lines along her thigh and calf. Her bare foot was unconsciously arched as if she still wore the red four-inch stiletto heel that lay on its side below her. Her naked shoulders extended from the thin white camisole that had lain beneath her suit jacket all day. Its unstructured neckline dipped low in her current posture, exposing deep cleavage and the ruffled lace of the top of her bra cups. She was deep in concentration over her reading material, an orange highlighter swiping lines every so often.

Sean stopped in the living room doorway, taking in the view of his girlfriend. He loved that outside these walls she was a ball-busting corporate lawyer but here, at home, he could touch her. He could run his tongue along the edge of the black lace bra, or dip his fingers into the hot wetness under the panties he could just see from his current vantage point, made visible by the unconsciously hiked-up skirt.

He shed his jacket in one fluid movement and dropped it on the tile floor of the foyer by his leather laptop case. His eyes were locked on Sarah; on the tip of her tongue trapped between her full, glossy lips as she concentrated. He moved toward the couch and dropped to his knees behind her, his lips near her ear. She tilted her head back to acknowledge his presence and he could see deeper into the round softness of her breasts beneath the silk camisole and black lace bra.

Sean dropped his lips to her shoulder and kissed her, his breath hot against her warm skin. She moaned almost imperceptibly and leaned her head back against his shoulder, her tight chignon resting against him. He moved his lips up to her neck, kissing gently as his hands moved to gently grip and massager her shoulders. Sarah shut the legal folder, dropping the highlighter in to mark her place, and dropped it on the floor beside her briefcase.

In response Sean’s tongue lapped out to the sensitive place on her neck, pressing there and dragging slightly until she moaned softly. He grinned. She moved her arms up and wrapped her hands behind his head, pulling him closer to her. He nipped her neck lightly with his teeth, then using his lips again sucked hard against her skin. She slipped her hands down and began kneading the back of his neck with her fingers. His hands moved from her shoulders down her arms, stroking her, while he moved his mouth to begin ministering to the other side of her neck.

She unconsciously spread her legs and her skirt slid farther up so her black thong was almost fully exposed. His hands moved downward and fingers spread to cup her breasts protectively, his thumbs rubbing slowly over the hardening nipples. He loved that her tits were too big for his hands to fully hold, so his fingers roamed around them while his thumbs never let up rubbing her rock-hard nipples.

She moved her hands to pull on his shoulders, bringing him around to her side. His lips broke from their contact with her neck and she stared into his eyes, her lips curling in an ‘I-want-you’ smirk. She pulled his head hard toward her, crashing her lips to his in a desperate, needy kiss. Their tongues met and battled, while his armed wrapped around behind her waist and she ran her fingernails in random circles down his back until she cupped his ass firmly with both hands.

Sarah moved swiftly, and without breaking the kiss soon was off the couch and straddling him while he lay flat on his back on the floor. Sean could feel the heat from her pussy against his rock-hard cock through her panties and his pants, and moaned as the picture of his dick slamming into her soaking wet pussy entered his mind. She sat up, trapping his cock beneath her ass, and unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers over his hot skin as she did so.

His hands were firmly locked on her waist, pulling her closer to him—grinding her crotch against his. Still straddling him, she pulled her camisole over her head and he took the opportunity of her stretched-out body to plunge two fingers under her thong and into the slick hotness of her pussy. She moaned and he could feel her tight muscles contract around his fingers. Slicked by her juices, he alternatively rubbed his fingers across her clit and drove them deep inside her, enjoying her squirming.

Sarah moved slightly to the side, not too far that his fingers couldn’t continue their ministrations, and deftly took off his pants, pushing his boxers down with them. She looked at him mischievously for a moment when his thick, ten-inch cock sprang free; and quickly took about half of it in her mouth.

He groaned in pleasure as her hot, wet mouth plunged over him; and dug his fingers deeper inside her, twisting against her G-spot. She sucked on his dick, taking him deeper in her mouth, alternatively hard and very softly; accompanied by a deft, twirling tongue. He concentrated on her, positioning his thumb against her swollen clit and rubbing it while his fingers, buried deep inside her body, hit her G-spot over and over.

She moaned, the vibrations making his cock twitch, and thrust involuntarily against his hand until she came, her muscles clamping down on his fingers and her moans against his hard cock almost making him lose control. Sean took advantage of her moment of mindless pleasure to push her off him, her torso laid over the couch and her perfect ass facing him.

He roughly pushed up her skirt and yanked her thong to her knees, kneeling to position his dick at the entrance to her dripping wet, still-spasming pussy. He plunged inside her to the hilt in one rough thrust, feeling the walls of her pussy adjust to his rock-hard size. He enjoyed the feeling for a moment, and it was Sarah who thrust her ass against him, moaning “Mmmm, fuck me baby.”

He obliged, pulling out and slamming back inside her, over and over until he couldn’t last any longer and his hard, spasming dick shot his load into her hot, dripping pussy. Her head twisted on the couch cushions, trying to see him, and he collapsed against her back, breathing hard. Sarah rubbed her ass against him, enjoying the feeling of him still inside her, and sighed with contentment.

A few minutes later she teasingly jerked her body against his and asked “Is that all you got?” He pulled out of her, twisted her body and kissed her deftly, his tongue warning her that she hadn’t seen anything yet.

Work worries had been left far behind.